For the cue.
It has a curved back
Sharp, obsidian claws
Albatross eyes
A smile, just for you
You're not supposed to be scared.
You're dead.
Economy of the heart
Eyes of city's tenements,
Testaments
Striking, as a viper
Waiting, as the stars
Quail, flee, fight,
Nothing will last you long
The Titan and the Man
Together, breath as one.
Slowly, it creeps
The long dark
Away from where it lies,
Lifeless,
Watching the sun rise.
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Yo. Me? I'm a professional Metaphor Creator - aka taking two things and sticking them together with determination and lots of glue to make a sandwich. (That's pretty much how I write, too. But hey, sandwiches are great, aren't they? Even if you have to look at the base idea of it.) Also known as a Thinker, Dreamer, Sleeper, and/or TalksTooMucher.
(Possibly 16+ content, please read with caution or not at all) --- Iridescent, lucid thoughts Skeletons, cobwebs, junk, meths Stacks of paper growing tall Mortar not bricks holding all.
The bat is waiting. Hiding beneath the maple leaf. Perched on the branch. Dipping the tree. In the liquid light. That shines from it. It only catches. Fireflies. They give it its. Shine.
The sun glares down. Clawing at the earth. With fiery talons. Whispering through blazing flares. "I have been here. Far longer then you. Pitiful earth. You will burn. My power is stronger.
#nightdwellers. Something wrong. Something not quite right. Like a lightbulb that breaks in the dead of night,. An empty hole where it should be,. No doctor or prayer could ever save me,.
Hunger pangs But I can't eat. Eyes they tire Yet I can't sleep. Cry so loud Still I struggle to speak. Thoughts run wild Yet I've nothing to think. People talk I no longer hear.
#nightdwellers. Today I walked through the cemetery. Clutching my hands to my arms. To hold back the biting winds. From chilling to deep. The stones. Closest to the gate. Were newest. And polished.
#nightdwellers. It smells of grass. Of river ripples. Of bark and crisp. Brittle leaves. A branch I grasp. Feeling the notches. The crevices and divets. In its surface.
#NightDwellers When the sun is up I hang upside down, For hundreds of years I've plagued this town. When darkness falls I come out of the night, To take what I need, just a little bite.
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